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~ what ~ is it that happens to us along the way -

from the proud little boy

excitedly sharing the magic moment

of a butterfly landing on his finger

to an older boys hand grasping something

he knows is not his  -

that makes us feel the need

to take what isnt ours from another?

is it our uPbringing- our fears & insecurities-

or is it merely avarice?

i am practicing holding love in my heart

for this boy gone astray

i am trying to not take what he has done to me

p e r s o n a l l y

i hurt madly for what has been ripped from my hands

not just the tool to my creative dreams

but memories

from the most special fleeting time of my life

please however *you* do it

thinkwishhopepray for the safe return

of my camera bag and all of its contents . . .

(on august 15 my nikon was taken from my home -

the only people who had access aside from my three year old daughter & myself

were the men from the moving company)

long live the king . . .
 

painted by the late joe light
m e m p h i s  folk artist

its death week . . .

i find these 

friendly  s u n f l o w e r s

soooooooooo *inviting*

arent they lovely?

thank you mary

for hosting my photographs

in your groovy little coffeehouse ~